“What colors are the eyes of Anubis?"

"Brown… Duh.”

“Color is to the eye what music is to the ear.”

“Why was his hair tinted with gold? An evil omen was golden hair in my life. Why had not the brown of his eyes crushed out and killed the blue? — for brown were his father’s eyes, and his father’s father’s. And thus in the Land of the Color-line I saw, as it fell across my baby, the shadow of the Veil.”

“Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine.
“You’re not dead.”
“No,” I said. “Though we’re trying awfully hard.”

“I sure do like the color brown. And pink. Pink and brown. If I had to choose, pink would lose.”

“‘These ambassadors are all the same. They have the eyes of Anubis. And they make me feel like a servant. Like a shabti in a tomb. “Here I am. I will do it!”’”

“One beach-colored.
One brown.
One Loved.
One Loved a Little Less.”

“True beauty is not related to what color your hair is or what color your eyes are. True beauty is about who you are as a human being, your principles, your moral compass.”

“There must be no more pictures covered in brown sauce [c. 1880, when Munch started to paint series of landscapes in fresh colors]”

“I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman’s eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.”